But, she thought about it, thinking of He Qimo's cold temperament, her rationality forcibly suppressed her impulse.
Looking at herself naked, clearly in a lost state, and then at He Qimo, whose blanket covered just half of him, right above his lower abdomen...
Shen Jian妮, somewhat frantic, ruffled her long hair, her face pale, she quickly grabbed her phone and called Xiao Liu.
The moment the call connected, Shen Jian妮 lowered her voice, asking in a near breakdown, "Xiao Liu, what happened? How did I end up at He Qimo's..."
On the other side, Xiao Liu was also at a loss for words, "Oh my God, my dear lady, you finally turned on your phone..."
"What's wrong?" An even stronger foreboding sensation swept through Shen Jian妮's mind.
Five minutes later, as Shen Jian妮 listened to Xiao Liu the agent's report, she let out a startled low roar, "What!"
